Jeri Summers:  

To be honest, I don't remember much about high school! I took the CHSP and left in my Junior year. That was an unhappy time in my life and I have few memories of school and classmates. Names ring bells but I have a hard time with faces to names. Maybe it's just the length of time since then that has blurred my memory. Following my back accident in '06 I was kept on increasingly stronger medication to control my pain levels which also made me forgetful. Also, I think I must have thrown away my old yearbooks and have no way to see what everyone looked like then to put a face to a name. After Central I went in and out of City college periodicly, eventually getting around 126 units I think and graduating from the police academy in '86. Although I was interviewed by lots of men who could readily guess my bra size but could not tell my eye color given that they had been looking below my chin during the whole interview, I did not go to work for any agency. Unless my breasts were being trained as a secret weapon, I could see no good reason why the rest of me should hang about. So, moving right along I went to work for the public library where breasts were only important if you were carrying the card catalog in your bra for easy access. At some point, I decided to go to Japan and teach english (my version of it) to business men, wives, children, and answer lots of questions about the nutty things we do over here. It was easier to just make stuff up. I have to say I have never been treated as well by the Japanese as by any other group I have met. I met my future husband, Bryan Summers, when he moved from Sacramento to Fresno for a job. We became very good friend...Expand for more